I went to New York 'cause a man in a suit told me: You're gonna be a star
I said: Yeah, I know: But it came out like: What, who, me?
I took a walk on the beach, 'cause the guy doesn't like me back
Even though I'm gonna be a star, guess I don't have it, guess I don't have it after all
But it's okay, 'cause my life is so exciting
Every night is like a party, 'cause I bit the bullet
I'm finally watching Friends
What took me so long?
I say to no one, 'cause I'm alone all the time
But now I'm never lonely, not since I met Joey
But when I turn the lights off, Joey doesn't hold me
And in my darkest moment, I wonder if I met him out at a bar
If he'd seen me, a perfect star, wanna take me home for that reason only

'Cause why else would you want me?
I think I've got a fucked up face
And that thought used to haunt me
'Til it fell in its sweet embrace
Now I don't sweat the acne
It's a bitch, but it goes away
And who cares if I'm pretty?
I feel like I'm Phoebe

I feel like it totally works
When the blue in my skirt doesn't work with the blue in my top
And if I tried to be her, it'd fall so flat, you'd feel badly
And most of these days, I feel the dull ache
But then I say: Stop: And then I feel great
'Cause it could be worse, I know, I know
Know it in the worst way
We rehearsed this, mm
Everything's okay
'Cause my life is so enticing
In the corner, eating icing
It's a birthday party, these people aren't my friends
I'm thinking So long: Amidst their deep talk
'Bout someone they didn't invite
But I'd rather be lonely, counted out and homely
I know that he'll need me once he gets to know me
Wonder when I'll meet him
Wonder if he's sitting there at a bar and if he likes 'em avant garde
Just what they told me

'Cause why else would you want me? (Want me, mm)
I think I got a fucked up face (oh)
And that thought used to haunt me (haunt me)
'Til I fell in its sweet embrace (uh-huh)
Now I don't sweat the acne (no, woah)
It's a bitch, but it goes away (oh)
Who cares if I'm pretty?
I feel like I'm Phoebe
I feel like a whore

No, I'm good, thanks for asking
That'd be awesome, but no worries if not
Best believe I can hack it
Check it out, I made it this far
Had to dig deep inside me
'TiI I found what I was looking for
It was right there inside me (ah)
It was beautiful, beautiful, beautiful (beautiful)

Why else would you want me? (Want me, want me)
I think I got a fucked up face (gorgeous, amazing)
And that thought used to haunt me (beautiful, beautiful, beautiful)
'Til I fell in it's sweet embrace (uh-huh)
Now I don't sweat the acne (no)
It's a bitch, but it goes away (yeah)
Who cares if I'm pretty?
I feel like I'm Phoebe
I feel like a whore
Who cares if I'm pretty?
I feel like I'm Phoebe
I feel like a whore

Oh-oh
Uh, uh-uh